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I wrote this on September 11th and it's kind of how I feel now - angry, misled, wondering why.
God is Dead
A burning fuselage of Allah's righteous anger
Buried in a building on the eighty-second floor.
Those heavenly flames resemble hell
While angels spiral to the ground below
With their severed wings afire.
The top floor stands triumphant on
a burning, breaking base
That could be all humanity
For all our wretched faith.
The Managing Director views the world below
His children's petty playthings have destroyed the world he knows
Atop the flaming tower he turns his head away
Neitzsche was wrong: God was not dead
We killed him off today.
God is Dead
A burning fuselage of Allah's righteous anger
Buried in a building on the eighty-second floor.
Those heavenly flames resemble hell
While angels spiral to the ground below
With their severed wings afire.
The top floor stands triumphant on
a burning, breaking base
That could be all humanity
For all our wretched faith.
The Managing Director views the world below
His children's petty playthings have destroyed the world he knows
Atop the flaming tower he turns his head away
Neitzsche was wrong: God was not dead
We killed him off today.
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Glad you posted this seperately Happy... and so quickly! :-)
Anyhow it is a good poem, whether or not you are religious or not... I personally am not, but I have no problem with anyone who is.
Anyhow it is a good poem, whether or not you are religious or not... I personally am not, but I have no problem with anyone who is.
Hercules! wrote:
> eeeerrrrrr
good poem but i dont believe in god and jesus and all that
> lot.
:)
I don't think Happy does either...not sure though.
Anyway, even as a Christian I understand your poem. Some might think that after that day, he would abandon us.
But, it was just a few evil people that did that. Some evil b@stards, who think religion is about killing people who don't believe in the same thing. And I'm pretty sure he wouldn't give up on the rest of us, just because of a few...agh, words don't describe them.
> eeeerrrrrr
good poem but i dont believe in god and jesus and all that
> lot.
:)
I don't think Happy does either...not sure though.
Anyway, even as a Christian I understand your poem. Some might think that after that day, he would abandon us.
But, it was just a few evil people that did that. Some evil b@stards, who think religion is about killing people who don't believe in the same thing. And I'm pretty sure he wouldn't give up on the rest of us, just because of a few...agh, words don't describe them.
The problem with believing in religion is our innate need to personify whichever God we worship. If God was an abstract force then people wouldn't have so many problems believing but because God becomes He, we link Him too closely to ourselves and start to impose our own judgements. That's my view on religions condensed into a paragraph.
eeeerrrrrr
good poem but i dont believe in god and jesus and all that lot.
:)
good poem but i dont believe in god and jesus and all that lot.
:)
I wrote this on September 11th and it's kind of how I feel now - angry, misled, wondering why.
God is Dead
A burning fuselage of Allah's righteous anger
Buried in a building on the eighty-second floor.
Those heavenly flames resemble hell
While angels spiral to the ground below
With their severed wings afire.
The top floor stands triumphant on
a burning, breaking base
That could be all humanity
For all our wretched faith.
The Managing Director views the world below
His children's petty playthings have destroyed the world he knows
Atop the flaming tower he turns his head away
Neitzsche was wrong: God was not dead
We killed him off today.
God is Dead
A burning fuselage of Allah's righteous anger
Buried in a building on the eighty-second floor.
Those heavenly flames resemble hell
While angels spiral to the ground below
With their severed wings afire.
The top floor stands triumphant on
a burning, breaking base
That could be all humanity
For all our wretched faith.
The Managing Director views the world below
His children's petty playthings have destroyed the world he knows
Atop the flaming tower he turns his head away
Neitzsche was wrong: God was not dead
We killed him off today.
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